I'm upset that MJ died and all but waking up to his face on my HDTV in the middle of the night while half-asleep is pretty much the scariest fucking thing ever.
i love how people use prayer to talk shit about eachother in a 'holy' manner.
so im kinda of nervous about the whole bust inside event last night
This exeeds the amount of high I planned on being.
Got home. Hugged Mom. The look on her face indicated she noticed nipple rings.
she let a homeless guy feel her up so she could go for a ride in his shopping cart
I've decided he is effectively a mouth, hands and cock held together by bad ideas and compliments, and I'm OK with that.
I spent the day drinking wine and meditating. I'm zen as fuck.
What did he say?
NOTHING. GODDAMN HIM AND HIS MAGICAL PENIS!
The cleaning lady has moved my vibrator twice now so I would say I'm pretty ready to move out.
I saved a note for myself but all it said was "am I a slutty Holden Caulfield?"
You dove at him but passed out mid dive. Shame it wasnt a costume party your superman suit wouldve been clutch in the situation
Bitch I slept on the ground 2 nights running
She was giving me head, and a cop pulled up next to us. I freaked when he looked over at me, but so did he and rear ended the car in front of him.
Whatever he got a sick blow job and his high school fantasy was fulfilled
And that's what dreams are made of
*hilary duff crying in the background*
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